Chapter Sixty–three:
The absolute stillness of the Domain persisted, a heavy, violet-hued silence that seemed to hold the very molecules of the air in place. The subterranean vault, once a site of frantic combat, had become a stagnant theater of death. Luna stood in the center of the carnage, her new regal attire fluttering in a spectral wind that only she could feel. She turned her abyssal violet gaze slowly, taking in the devastation with a gaze that felt ancient, detached, and utterly sovereign.
